a place where no one knows your name

 But they know your secrets.  Or the fact that you just walked the dog. 

Blogs are an interesting phenom.  Yes, you just got new makeup.  No it doesn’t matter to my life.

I came across a blog today begging his “readers” for feedback. 
Maybe there aren’t any.  I understand that my audience is pretty
small.  I’m not a paid op-ed writer for the NY Times. 

My audience at school is captive though.  They have to sit through
my lectures- it’s the law until they are 16.  But we have good
times at times.

I guess my previous entry goes pretty well with all the stereotypes of
a baby-sitter.  I’ve had different reactions to the lights going
out and the ensuing madness.  First I was mad.  Then I was
laughing a bit about it.  It still makes me smirk a bit.  But
now a darker paranoia is gathering in my thoughts.  If the lights
going out makes it easy to throw books, imagine what other destructive
behaviors could they devise? 

They are on lock down.  No getting out of their seats. 

I have a lot of qualities which help me teach.  I enjoy books, learning and words. 

I just wrote a letter of congratulations to my top student.  She
won an appointment to DC this year.  It feels good when they
succeed. 

I.Q. be damned, her score doesn’t qualify her for “gifted” but some of
my “gifted” students are practically drowning in the drool on their
desks. 

Teaching has sucked me in so completely, why do I imagine doing
something else constantly?   Why do I get afraid of buying
tickets to  U2 in November with a girlfriend?   Why do I
want more out of life?  Can’t I just be complacent?

Cuándo yo me desperté
Oí
Cielo.

I hate to admit it: Kelly Clarkson sounds like an angel. 

There I said it. 

Adios, FODers!